Tulips
Pull the trigger,
My fire-loaded pistol,
Feel the burn,
Acid on skin.
Blank out,
Sizzle under the,
Flaming moon,
The frozen sun.
Stabbed by the knife,
The knife of love,
It cuts through,
My broken heart.
Born again,
Lost again,
That's twice now,
That I've died.
Peel my inner self,
From my outer,
My soul is seperated,
From my naked body.
Sick and tired,
Of the other game,
Feel a need for tulips,
And buttercups.
...education abstinence...
Tulips
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